Horror

 The Little Green Room

The Little Green Room.

San Quentin Prison, California, 10am, November 8 1957.

As the crow flies

Throbbing in my skull
the blood stains the pavement,
ribs like spears
in my lungs,
heart stopped about 5 minutes
after my spine snapped,
knees splits
arms shattered
muscles ripped,

She was the lumberjack's wife

She was the lumberjack's wife,
while he was out
she had many affairs,
all of which i could hear
from just upstairs,
all day they would stay,
thats excesive foreplay
for a hour of fun,

 Bossman & The Mimi

This is a long 'short' I've been working on for a while. It utilises northern Australian Aboriginal folklore and I'd be very interested in reader's opinions.

I'm not crying

I'm not crying,
my soul is just
bleeding out of my eye,
and onto my face
to leave a trail
across my skin,
they say pain
is a material thing
but sometimes
it goes all the way in,

 Blood Money

Where does he get them? Crisp One hundred dollar bill - yet all with the same serial number but they are not forgeries - tested and retested to be genuine. So, where does he get them . . .

Grief

Who will pluck some flowers
and place them upon their grave?

When I am Gone

When I am gone, play football with my head,
For if you don’t, I might as well be dead.

 Reversal. Chapter eleven.

My teaser is too long, apparently!
Hey, Tony, it's about time our teasers weren't too long.

A penny for your thoughts.

do not let anyone rape your son and daughter

Chippety Choppety Chainsaw Man

Think of a nursery rhyme about Leatherface from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

The Clueless Sacrifice

I was blindfolded when they brought me here. No sounds or smells were familiar as my body rattled through the city, slightly bruised and battered. They must’ve slipped me something as I drifted.

A shot of reprisal

It was hunting, roaming. The rotten taste of death was craved...

Reversal. Chapter ten

‘Well what do you suggest I do, John? Offer him a fucking raise? Tell him there’s no hard feelings, all’s forgiven? Then let him sleep with my God-damn fucking wife?’

putrefaction - extract

The room was grand but it had seen better days, it’s shabby interior echoing the seedy exploits it had more recently contained.

 Reversal. Chapter nine

He needed to think about this, needed to get his own story straight. No one would believe his explanation; they’ll think he’s insane, think he’s seeing dead kids all over again.

 Reunion - Chapter Nine

High spirits lead to unfortunate endings

 Reversal. Chapter eight

With a tear in her eye, Mary, his loving wife for the past forty-four years, knelt before him in her white nightdress on the bathroom’s cold linoleum floor ...

Battle

dinner for crows

CLAWS: THE KILLER SANTA (PART 1)

CLAWS: THE KILLER SANTA

By
Sean Orpin

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